Tweens.
Please refer to the mindyourbody section on The Straits Times, 28.5.08. Just joking, you don't need background information to understand what I'm going to say, because I don't make sense normally.Tweens = sexually aware children. So they see sexual desirability as their goal and would doll themselves up to achieve their aims. Is this a problem?
My take--yes. Why do small little girls want chek ko peks gawking at them and their slight breasts? Got money earn or not? If don't have money earn then what's the point in making yourself pretty and getting yourself hooked onto cosmetics at a young age? Waste money, risk rape. Che.
I mentioned seeing a girl who looks older than her age in the P5 camp, right? She looks 13-16, not 10. Is looking matured part of being matured? I don't know, but wearing hot pants and having a Ma Xiao Ling hairdo did mislead me into thinking that she's a teenager.
But I don't see how looking like a teenager can benefit her. I've been mistaken for being 18+ and in NS, and having surveyors swoop down on me for no reason isn't what I see as a benefit.
(Now I shall rant about western culture.)
And why do these girls have these warped iFeas on dolling themselves up for an imaginary audience? I'd attribute this to media, and western culture. Damn, my blood boiled.
Western culture. They started all the weird cults and stuff, like goth and emo. I don't think we would be doing experiments on our skins with razors if not for them. I see this part of the world as more conservative, or at least not as liberal as the people from the west. Maybe it's just me, but I don't like the iFea of having pop culture forced down my throat. That's why I hardly watch English shows.
Ever noticed how English shows always have the sexual element? I used to watch such shows late in the night in the hopes of watching couples make out and have sex. I'd only get to watch them take off and perhaps enjoy a bit of bra exposure, but that'd be enough for me. Or at least at that stage.
What does this underline? I was only in primary school, yet I've already learnt to group sexual stuff with Channel 5. And what's the big deal about me being able to differentiate between channels which might have porn and channels without porn? I don't know.
I'm beginning to lose sight of what I wanted to write. Possibly because I went to check on Runescape just now. Um. OK let's just say that I'm uncomfortable with young children with make up.
There's no honour to be gained from it.
And I hate western culture and its permeability. I have a problem with it.
I think I shall end here. I don't know how to carry on anyway.
Oh ya, fuck. This made me damn pissed lah. Why can't my Scyther learn Fly? Damn. Now I have to go get a pokemon that can fly, and train it. Dang, this is screwing up my entire pokemon team.
I'm playing pokemon crystal on my handphone by the way. You want?
-- 5/30/2008 08:24:00 PM
P5 camp 08.
Watched Indiana Jones 4 on Monday. I remember watching the series 1 to 3, many times. That's when I was P6. But Indiana Jones isn't really the main point of my blog post because my blog posts doesn't have points. I'm going to crap about the P5 camp and how much of a paedophile I think I might be. Shocking eh? But that's to be expected of me--I can only hope that I don't get caught by the police in order to safeguard children's interest. OK disclaimer--damn tired now, want to sleep, whatever I write might be bullshit and the definition of bullshit is for me to decide. I can only hope that I don't get hauled in by my bullshit.Yosh, I went to Rivervale Primary School at like 7.45PM and 'booked in'. Was just in time for the treasure hunt, where my..heart was hunted. It happened too fast, too early. I was taking the Cheetah group 1 with Dog and Ed when a girl fell down while rushing down a drain. WK and I stayed back to wait for her to recover before meeting up with the rest. Talking to her was damn fun. And all it took was 10-20minutes for me to be captivated by this P5 girl.
Die.
Maybe I really am a paedophile. Che. Aiya, she's just rather cute. I guess.
OK I'm weird. But not that weird. People who know me should know what I really mean. Yawns, sleepy.
Was asked for my autograph because the campers have a section in their book which is to collect autographs from us, the 'student mentors'. I shall shorten that to SM, because I like SM better. Anyway, as an SM, I feel morally obliged to sign, so I drew a small, 3-layered pile of shit on the piece of paper. More shit had to be drawn after that.
BW joined in at 9plus. I forgot the exact time, but he left at 12.30AM =.= and he walked to the school backgate where we met up with him to sit down and talk. So Ed, WK and I were sitting within the school campus while BW was sitting outside, and we just talked like that. A load of fun and suspense, considering the fact that a couple just bashed up some guy right outside Rivervale Mall. Mr. Zaki came to us after awhile because he saw us on the CCTV, and I was rather shocked because I don't think Cat High even bothers with the CCTV. I really hope it's just because the teachers are lazy and can't be bothered to catch us doing the supposedly illegal stuff.
Asked Mr. Zaki whether can sleep at other classrooms not, because our 'bunk' damn stink and damn lot of people. He just replied 'What I don't know won't hurt you', and pointed us to the music room. And he said something like 'See that? That's the air-con control. Don't on the air-con.' Twice. We were all stunned, not knowing whether he was being sarcastic not. Sarcastic teachers are scary, like 'Don't hand up homework!' and if you don't you get screwed. Then I wondered whether one could get out of a sticky situation by simply saying 'I thought you were being sarcastic'. Food for thought eh?
But some Sec1 girls kouped the music room. Dang. So we went to a random classroom and put together tables for beds. And had a man talk till 3.30AM, the latest group for the morning to sleep. I think we woke up at random intervals to resume the conversation, too.
I think we're weird.
Stoned around the next day. Was brimming with energy in spite of the lack of sleep. 2hours of sleep shouldn't be able to make me so revitalized, but it did. OK I think we were all fine. Whined over the fact that there was no more milo, my holy water, for me. Dang, had to get on with life though. Some external people came in for some team building activities, and I got to see the frustrated side of young people. Oh wait, I forgot to mention that I had to change groups, to caracal. I don't know about you, but I don't know what's a caracal and I found it hard to pronounce it at times. Anyway, my group had no SMs at all, and I had to take caracal 1 and caracal 2 myself. An impossible feat, since there were just too many of them to account for. So I somehow managed to get Shao Kiat, however you spell his name, to help me. And then we watched them with their activities. Fun.
But it was disturbing to see how they would shout at their own team mates and start pointing fingers at each other because of a small mistake or because of something in which they lost in. Ah well, hope this trait would die off when they grow up.
Learnt a cool 'Shark song', too. Shall discuss about that further.
Also had a 'mini-Olympics', and the 'Soccer Mania' sucked. Nobody in his/her right mind would enjoy playing soccer in the 2man3legs formation. The P5s couldn't even walk without tripping. Ah well, also not I playing.
Had campfire planning after that, which means practicing of cheers. So Caracal 1 and 2 combined and I was more or less the one teaching everyone what to do and blah blah. Quite fun playing with them and learning how to get them to keep quiet to listen to me. They talk a lot. Seriously, they are very lively and bubbly and sour, with random comments coming in at random timings and I couldn't bring myself to be angry with people 5years younger than me. Funny people though, I think I managed to get them to enjoy the planning. I hope.
Campfire cheering was a disaster though. Declines to elaborate further.
Went to bathe. Very fun, I've never bathed or showered in RVPS before. But finally I did, and it was a messy one considering the fact that my smelly PE shirt was used as a towel. And it didn't dry my up well either, with me having to stone around almost fleshing my groin. Nobody was around though. Speaking of which, some P5 noticed my underwear and reported to me the colour. Normally in school, I'd just pull up my shirt and flash, and say stuff like 'What? What??' but this were P5ers and with females around I just couldn't do it. I'm glad I didn't do it anyway.
Went to sleep at 1 plus, a tough thing to do. We were given the Dance studio to sleep in but every guy was given that prerogative too. I didn't want to sleep there, would be too noisy, with Lipids sleeptalk and Gordon's crapshit. Besides, there were mirrors and mirrors are scary. So Ed WK and I went to sleep in another classroom. Knocked out cold.
Went for the Sungei Buloh nature reserve. Damn fun, went there to feed mosquitoes. And I didn't use any insect repellents or wear long sleeved shirts/pants. So I went there in my CCA shirt and school pants, and got bitten like siao. I always do stuff like tear off the skin and let the bite bleed. Would recover faster. I guess.
Anyway, they made a lot of noise and whined a lot because they couldn't tahan much. I carried a boy for awhile, too. So fun.
They had to build a bird's nest, too. I started doubting whether students were mammals. Then I thought about the bird's nest and how it's held together by saliva. Saliva got salivary amylase, and enzymes are proteins. So I wondered whether other kinds of proteins would hold the nest together not, and I thought about the 'soggy bird's nest' variation. But I realized that the campers couldn't produce the needed body fluid, so I aborted the iFea. Besides, it's gross and the marker has to touch and check the 'nest'. I'd really pity her as that might be the last thing she'd ever touch before she feels that her hands would never feel the same way again.
There were a lot of weird customs. The campers had to wait for everyone to get their food, to 'show appreciation' to the SMs and parent volunteers. Weird reason, and a lot of caracal campers came over to gawk at me eat. Because got cabbage, and I had a lot of troubles eating the vegs of yesternight. It was like me VS. veggies. A lot of noise. But cabbage I can tahan, and they were sorely disappointed so I had to start a staring fight in which I'd stare into another person's eyes and try to make that person laugh or something. Then I win. Woohoo. I keep winning. How can I lose?
After lunch, they stoned in the hall and the Joshua went up to perform. I was pulled up on stage but I didn't feel like doing anything crazy at all. I won't do crazy stuff just because everyone else is doing it. I won't do crazy stuff just because I'm dragged to. I do it when I feel like it and if I don't feel like it, I won't do it. Accuse me of spoiling your sport and I'd accuse you of spoiling my sport. It's that simple.
Did the shark song when keeping in the wet tents and all. Damn fun. Just a lot of noise pollution. And I saw the small girl, woohoo! Previously in the hall she sort of asked me whether I said that she was cute not, and I was pretty sure I did that. But to save face, I replied with a very ambiguous statement 'Say you cute got money earn not? Don't have right?' and I got away. Her friend looked damn teenager, with those hot faded pants, and dyed hair I think.
'Thank you' letters were written too. I got 2, but I guess these 2 were really sincere. If everyone was forced to write, like not sincere like that. Just writing to patronize you.
I just like all of them for their keesiao-ness with me, and I really hope that they enjoyed this camp.
A rather long post in a sleepy state. I'm proud. My ability to amaze myself never ceases.
Sleepy now. Thanks for letting me have a fun time, P5s. I didn't enjoy myself much last year because Ed was with me and I had the option to keep quiet. And as I'm naturally a quiet man, I'd just slink away.
Oh yea, my shit getting more and more solid by the way. I took my handphone into the toilet in the hopes of taking a video of: 'intense swirling cosmos of colours of human defecation can give one an endless stream of contentedness and pleasure'. By WK. That's why I said that if he has a blog I'd link to him with hugs and kisses. But I was sorely disappointed when my shit was solid. Urgh.
Read on Mindyourbody about 'tweens'. And the cute girl's friend seemed like one. Shall talk about tweens tomorrow.
Shark song damn fun by the way.
-- 5/28/2008 07:32:00 PM
Uncle's wedding.
Woke up damn early today, and am shocked that I was able to last the morning.Uncle's wedding today, and I was willing to go temple with them and all. But when I woke up and went to shit, I found gooey yellow fecal matter. I found it quite gross and wondered whether a repeat of the famed phenomenon would occur again, while secretly wishing that it would not recur. But looking at that yellow pile of mess in the toilet bowl was quite unsettling, and I think I grew to appreciate solid shit more than ever.
Anyway, the shitting experience just before my shower was quite shitty. I didn't shit shit, I shat liquid. I didn't like that feeling, people who knows me knows that I don't like diarrhoea. I like the feeling of solids forcing their way into the world. Anyway, I just sat there and pushed all the goo out of my system.
I couldn't bring myself to appreciate my work. Yellow liquid. Urgh.
Went to the temple and all. Rather zoned out. Lack of sleep. Reached home after lunch, and went to sleep. Woke up and went to shit. Wahhhh diarrhoea again. This time black colour.
Attacked Woony at the wedding dinner. I did say that he's my cousin. Quite nice to bully, too. Can't be helped, he's rather cute after all. I guess.
Oh yea, I was given the title 'Uncle' by some kid who threw something on the floor. That something rolled over to me and he 'UNCLE! Got thing!' or something. Cute kid, and I was rendered speechless.
The title caught on amongst my cousins. Oh, the shame.
Brought my uncle up to his suite with another uncle. He was drunk, forced to drink by colleagues and friends. Quite funny, he could've asked me to help him tank some of the alcohol. I guess he forgot, but never mind. His loss muahaha. The suite was rather fun, I was thinking of kouping some beautiful glass decorations on all the beautifully decorated lights lighting the corridor. But I realized that it'd take time and couldn't be bothered anymore.
F, I'm damn tired now. 1.38AM. Urgh. I think I'd go see the doctor or something tomorrow if the problem persists. I'm already missing solid shit. RAWR!
Oh yea, P5 camp tomorrow. Would be missing for a few days. Miss me. Short post, don't even have the energy to type much.
-- 5/26/2008 01:20:00 AM
Ah, shout some more into mike.
ulI think that the polls conducted by the IN thing is crap and underlines a severe lack sense of importance of honesty in teens.I forgot, but the polls reflected a 'I don't care about how my boy/girlflen looks'.
You know what? My shit. Maybe it's just Cat High, but nobody in my school is willing to go out with someone shit ugly. Who can hang out and be all lovey-dovey with someone with someone whose face is reflected in the lavatory? Che. I think when they say 'I don't care about how my boy/girlflen looks', they mean 'I'm OK as long as I don't flinch when I see him/her'. Che, bunch of hypocrites. Or maybe it's just me, because I didn't bother memorizing what exactly was said in that aspect of BGRs as reflected by teens. Load of bullshit, they should have came up with a more precise way to put the point across about 'looks' in partners.
And about sex. I think I recall something about a very low percentage about having sex in a relationship, and that it's not an important factor in staying in an intimate relationship. My take on that--bullshit. Guys are born to be horny, and as they grow up, this intense urge to mate is accentuated after puberty. I've been horny since my memory started, and it's either I'm obscenely truthful, or I'm just too packed with testosterone. Either way, it's a given that other guys are deceptive wolf-sheep. Eunuchs. You can make up your mind not to have sex, but when that forbidden fruit is dangling right in front of you, bare, naked, which idiot won't eat? Mind over body? Bullshit, you'd just fall for the sex trap and go for it lor. The moment your hormones rage, you lose control of your mind and you can't think properly. It's not an excuse, it's a given. And the only way to avoid this bullshit is to not even get into such a situation that requires a lot of body controlling over the sexcited fifth limb.
Never make promises if you can't keep them. If you can't even control that flesh dangling between your legs, you're going to screw up down left right centre. And break your girlfriend's heart and hymen. So much for 'no premarital sex'. What I'm trying to say is that a man can never promise about sex-related matters, because a man's brain always tune into mating and sexual reproduction. I heard somewhere that sex never leaves a man's brain for more than 12minutes. Che, you can always make promises in a clear state of mind, but can you keep them when you're inebriated? When you're horny? When your mind loses control over your body? When the need to penetrate overwhelms the need to remain 'chaste'?
If you can't, don't bother. That's why I said that the poll is bullshit, they asked a bunch of wimps for answers. Or rather, their MCQ options are screwed.
Anyway, we were having our CIP in the auditorium, when the higher-order animal bossed us around. He was using a perfect tactic to keep us awake--shouting into the microphone. I found that a very ingenious way of keeping students awake, and to prove that you're from China but don't know how to catch up with technological advances. If you don't even know that a microphone isn't meant to be shouted into, you've failed as a teacher and death is the easiest way out. I was getting damn exasperated due to my bloated stomach(which escalated to the puking), and I was damn sleepy but his loud shouting kept me awake. Bastard, just die. Just go die already. There's only one person allowed to shout into the microphone, and that's me when I'm singing The Final Countdown. No one else can shout into microphones without proving themselves to be morons.
If you want to keep a class in check, using microphones to amplify your weak voice isn't the way to go. Shouting into microphones isn't a good way of making students give you respect either. That's why I respect Mr. JT because he hardly uses the microphone, even for briefings. He'd just shout out what he wants done. Sometimes you can't hear, but the sight is intimidating enough.
People at the CIP should know about LDW's unhealthy habit of shouting into the mike whenever he gets pissed. It's a sudden burst of sound energy, and it wakes people up. Idiot, can't he stop wrecking the sound systems? The speaker would spoil soon.
Oh yea, in defiance of the rape of our eardrums, some of us covered our ears. LDW got the point and got the iMedia people to tone down the loudspeakers. Finally, human rights.
Doesn't change the fact that he's a dork though.
Recently I'm having problems with my Mozilla Firefox. Somehow, it always lags. And stops loading suddenly. And lags a lot. And a lot. That's not the worst though. My Internet Explorer is having some problems not related to lagging or discontinued loading. I think the Media Development of Singapore has stepped in to curb certain addictions of mine. Damn. Ah, just as well. It's not a healthy habit anyway.
But I'd love to have my speedy connection. Gah.
Oh and I still can't eat a lot =.= porridge is the way to go. I pay money to see doctors, I'm feeling proud of my self-healing. Ah well, who couldn't recover from such a small piece of shit alone anyway? Che.
-- 5/24/2008 06:59:00 PM
上吐下泻
Oh, wow, end of Term 2. Big deal.Spent half the day grovelling in pain. Stomach discomfort--I hate this. Couldn't pay attention during lessons, yet couldn't sleep. Plain torture.
Didn't go for maths remedial, too uncomfortable liao. Can die one. Took 88, and tried to hold in my vomit, but just CMI. 5more minutes and I wouldn't have puked on my bag. I think the last time I puked was..last year, when I got totally drunk.
Slept most of my afternoon off, and went to take my shower at like 8.30.
Was shitting halfway when I felt like retching. Finally, I've achieved the famed '上吐下泻' phenomenon. Am proud.
I didn't know I ate so much for lunch though, I thought I didn't have much of an appetite. Che, whatever. It came out anyway, and the toilet floor became rather gooey even after cleaning up. Am proud to be able to produce such exceptionally gooey chyme.
How I wish my stomach is made of rubber. Ah never mind.
I'm sleepy. It's tiring having to achieve '上吐下泻'. Urgh. Damn sleepy, damn hungry. Yet I can't eat because I don't feel like wasting food by puking.
OK I'm sleepy. And don't have anything else to say. Oh yea, there's the IN section in the straits times. Got something about sex and relationships. Shall attack that article tomorrow, if I'm feeling better.
-- 5/23/2008 09:03:00 PM
CHSCO '08.
Ah, the wonders of LDW CIP lessons. It made Qiren sing, and he caught him. I was sleeping at that time when that idiot decided to shout into the microphone. Really makes me doubt his intelligence--microphones aren't meant to be shouted into. Dammit, I think I was drooling away. In deep sleep, and he just has to wake me up rudely.He showed us some pictures of the Sichuan earthquake, too. I never liked seeing such pictures, it just irks me. Why? Because I feel that it's psychotic to take pictures of people in a subnormal state. Why do you want to take pictures of someone buried under rubble? Or dead people? Or people who are crying? Why? What's the point? Is there any honour in that? That's why I despise people who take pictures of themselves when they are supposedly 'emo'.
Maybe it's just me, but I think that it's unethical to take such pictures. I don't think it's healthy to take pictures of people with tubes within them.
If my memory serves me well, there was this guy who took a picture of an African boy, with a vulture nearby. Clearly, this boy is dying, probably due to malnutrition or something. And the vulture would swoop down on the dead body, as is the nature of vultures. The guy took that picture and entered in some photo competition or something, got the first prize. He killed himself soon after. He left a suicide note, and I think it was something about conscience. He felt guilty for taking the pictures, and not doing anything about the boy's predicament.
So why aren't the people taking photos of the victims killing themselves? I think I really have a problem against such pictures.
Urgh. Never mind.
Anyway, he was showing us those pictures, and asked for donations. Shank doubted the goodwill of the school, but I sure hope that Cat High won't be as bad as to procure donations for the school under the pretext of earthquake donations. I have some faith in Cat High integrity. I guess.
LDW said something about wanting to adopt a baby, and everyone thinks that it'd be the baby's misfortune. I can't help but agree.
Oh yea, Elgyn walked in halfway through our CIP. Damn cute, all of us rawred in delight. He is capable of creating such a commotion between even the most 'mature' of gentlemen. I even heard someone shouting 'I love you!' Seriously, I like.
Some guy came to talk to us about his life. He had polio when he was young, and became some World Records holder. Or something like that. Came to Cat High to sell his autobiography.
And he talked about his life, so what's the point in buying his autobiography? Since he already spoilered us, why would any sane human spend money to buy his book? Oh, by the way, I fell asleep during his talk. I know that it's interesting to hear about his life, but his humour was dry and I didn't really need to know about his life. Why don't I go research on Bannister or something? I forgot his full name, the 4minute mile guy. Roger Bannister? But I forgot this guy's name. I think it had something to do with 'David'. Urgh. Can't be bothered. If I were to listen to everyone's life, I won't have a life myself.
Went to do my E. Maths paper 1 after school. Nothing much, except that Gran is a fucking joker. Damn funny guy. And then went to shit at J8, Shank, Gran and I. I think it's my iFea, and it caught on. I like.
Bought KFC and went to Mac to eat. I was thinking of writing 'Cat High was here' on the box of the cheese fries, and leaving it there, but my conscience acted up and I just got rid of it. Did I?
Got to VCH at like 7.15AM. Took a picture of our seats. Damn near the stage, I love Hubert. There was a chiobu beside Shank, too. Woohoo! Anyway, the night was spent shouting names at every possible interval, even when Yong Khang stepped out as an emcee. Nice. I like.
But it was a disappointing event. They didn't play the school song. I nearly went keesiao.
Let's talk about the girl beside Shank. She looked slightly older than us, and came alone to watch(presumably) her boyfriend perform. Some guy part of the CO alumni. Che, and she sort of got stood up because her presence was not exactly felt. She left, supposedly teary-eyed. Sad. What a bastard that guy is. Che, making his girlfriend wait there alone for him to perform. Nothing much to say.
And because the school song wasn't played, I walked off with Joshua Wu and Shank in tow, singing the school song, raw version. Wasn't very high, like the band concert last year. Ah well. Can't be helped. If there's no school song, there's no fun.
Nothing on the MRT. Oh wait, a couple was making out, but they didn't seem to be ready to have sex so I didn't bother much with them. I like observing and staring at couples who seem to want to get home ASAP. Somehow, the very fact that they'd be doing something special in 20minutes time is very exciting. Somehow. I think I'm warped.
Anyway, I somehow psyched myself into being slightly depressed by pouring cold water on myself. I remember insults thrown at me by people closest to me, a few years back, which resulted in me not carrying on something. It's a damn stupid thing, and I know she didn't mean it. I know she didn't mean it, and that what she said was just a slip of tongue, or just in the heat of a certain situation I forgot. It happened like what?-when I was Primary 3?
Che. It just hurts to think of it. It might be one childhood blemish that I'd have to grow up with. Maybe I won't grow up. OK. It would be one childhood blemish that I'd have to live with. Ah well. I guess I'm used to this.
Che. It's a really stupid comment, a stupid thing. I can't believe that I'm still bothered by it. So much that I hated 92.4FM. Maybe that's why I didn't do my CL listening comprehension well last year.
Oh yea, I've developed a habit of biting stuff for no reason. Is this healthy?
-- 5/21/2008 11:29:00 PM
YAP CHIEN.
Che. Now I'm going to blog about Yap Chien. I feel that I should dedicate this post to him, because he's the most comical person, and the best cadet and leader in NCC Land. At least for our part. I shall blog about him now.Firstly, he's retarded. Really, he does a lot of stupid things, and sometimes he says a lot of stupid stuff that has totally no link with the matter we're discussing. Very much of a joker, never failing to bring life and joy to anything we had to do. A good thing, really. He's our ASM, and he can be rather much of a joker, yet be serious at times. I like leaders who can switch between slacky and serious modes.
I took videos of him on the sly during his air-guitar stints, and posted it on YouTube once. But I took it off when he said that he didn't like him. You know why I'm so considerate? Because I love him. I don't care even if he loves someone else(I think everyone knows, but still I can't put it up because it might get them both killed or something), but I still love him. Don't care even if my feelings aren't reciprocated.
Yap Chien, can I post pictures of your air-guitaring up? (:
You'd done a lot for the company. If the top 5 could be included in the vote for the best cadet award, you'd be the Part D best cadet. You've done a lot of shit for NCC.
But fuck you! Stop trying to make me cry. We had a conversation, and he tried tearing off my heartstrings by reminding me of what we did during our annual camp when we were Sec2s, thanking me for my service, for taupoking him after the annual camp when we were Sec2s, blah blah. FUCK YOU! Really, at one point tears just welled up. Don't know why.
And he made me cough out the Milo I was drinking.
I really don't have much to blog about, so I think I shall leave this post like that. I saved the conversation to look back on next time. He even sent me an SMS to reinforce my knowledge that I helped make NCC memorable for him.
Shit.
UPDATE: He was quite unhappy, and wanted me to write a better post about him, emphasizing more on his strengths. Aye. Nobody is perfect, and Yap Chien is somebody. I'd just say that despite his weird actions from time to time, he's undeniably the best cadet.
He even wants me to post his pictures, so here they are:
Extreme right. As in, most right. OK, that's all I have for now.
P.S.: I love you.
-- 5/18/2008 09:55:00 PM
POP-ed.
Yesterday was our POP. POP = passing out parade. Not that we faint, lame I know. Let me try to type in a way that wouldn't break me down.I understand that everything has a cycle, and that passing out is part of the cycle. I mean, we've been through 4 such parades.
Don't really know what to type. Many seniors came back. Which means that we can come back too. Sounds like a load of fun to me, but it'd be harder to leave the store once I enter. Nostalgic, shitty place. (:
FUCK! At a loss, rather much. No tears yet though. But nothing much to say, seriously. The parade itself was nothing, and boring, as is the nature of parades.
OK after the food, I had to sing a bit of my The Final Countdown, which I did at the timeslot I promised. Just that there wasn't a microphone. Rather much of a spoilsport, the people who brought it away.
Oh yea, got to whine about theO PP video. Shall be critical and sum it up in 2 words: It sucks. It was more about them, and just a few random candid pictures of us dumped in just to pass it off as a 'POP video'. The credits take up 1/4 of the video, and even the random pictures of us only took up 1/4 of the video. There were 2 videos, and it's about the same.
So much for a video supposedly dedicated to us, thanks a lot. The sound was shit anyway, can't hear a single thing. Might as well not add in music and random talking.
Then was the ultimate gangbang. I hardly get taupok-ed, I'm always the second layer or something. Never on the floor. But I got manhandled by a Part B I think. He simply jumped on me and brought me down with sheer weight. Quite keesiao. I would've hanthumped him(and I felt like), but decided against it because I feel that the motive of him bringing me down isn't of a bad nature. Since it's all for fun, I'm game. So instead of whacking him, I tickled his sides. Or squeezed, it's just as effective. And got away.
Then I got gangbanged by a lot of them. Whoa. A very trying struggle for my life and dignity ensued, with me trying to get rid of people who overwhelm me with sheer numbers. Can die one. Whoa. Sweat like some pig.
Then the Guang En went keesiao, I forgot why. Just started to shout stuff like 'Alastair SUCKS!' Nothing much to say, but if that's the way you'd treat your senior, I won't even talk to you. It's not even funny. I shall stop here, because I don't like flaming people unnecessarily. Che.
Got a football from them, so did YC, SC, BW, WL. I think it's those mass purchase at a lower price kind of thing. Just joking, I don't doubt the sincerity of people. Normally. But I quite enjoyed getting raped. Quite fun, really.
Went for dinner at Swensen's. I think that's how it's spelt, I have memory problems. Anyway, we had to stone out there, the 12 of us. Let's see...LS, WX, YC, CDD, RY, BW, Pehwee, Clayment, SC, Joshua, WC, and me. Had a lot of fun singing songs while waiting for a table huge enough to sit all 12 of us. It was worth the wait; after all, it's our last dinner together as brothers. Would be harder to get together next time.
And I think I'm quite desperate to get on Stomp! then can make Cat High even more notorious. Woohoo!
Made a lot of noise inside, and started the 'Sound check, warm it up, warm it up, warm it up, YEAAA' bullshit. And we acted like we owned the place, and we even sang Pehwee a birthday song even though it's not his birthday. In the hopes of getting the ever-elusive birthday freebie. Then I went to shit, because I'm always full of shit.
Then went to buy tickets for midnight movies. In an unfortunate twist of events, we ended up watching Speed Racer. Felt like I got scammed of my $8. Thanks a lot mann! There was a couple behind us, and I think I kept shouting stuff like 'SEX', and a lot of SHHH! came from the couple. Quite fun, and most of the others fell asleep after awhile. It's nice having seats which you could put your feet on.
We were damn noisy though, the 7 of us. Namely LS, BW, WC, CDD, RY, Pehwee and me.
Incurred the wrath of the other people who got scammed, I guess. Though I must admit that I'm a bit jealous of certain stuff, woohoo.
And in school, uh, got caught by the CO teacher, because the CO was having a camp and she stayed there and saw us. Die, she'd complain to Mr. Ng. Ah well, nothing to do about it. Took a shower and went to sleep on store chairs. The last time we'd get to do it, might as well. Sort of injured my heel that way, was sleeping with the heel on the table. Pain. 4hours like that.
Nothing much left. Perhaps I'd start missing training every Friday. Oh wait. There's no more training to miss. Damn.
It's not as if NCC was good to me, or that I played a pivotal role in my CCA. It's not as if I'm the most zai person in my CCA. It's not as if I'm that good in drills, or that I'm disciplined. It's not as if I learnt a lot from NCC. It's not as if I was important or anything.
But it didn't matter at all.
I still love my CCA. I still love my brothers.
Sorely missed. All of you. Will still see you all in school, but that's a totally different environment. What can we possibly say to each other along the corridor? 'HELLO! I bite off your nipple ah!' ? 'Can I rape you??' ? 'It's THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!' ?
What's the point?
-- 5/18/2008 12:00:00 AM
Eve of POP.
Let me think of an analogy in case anyone gets hurt. I hate it when people waste my time. That's my right, and no one else has the right to waste my time. My time is for me to waste, not you. Screw you if you think that you won't piss me off that way--when I'm pissed off I mightn't show it. OK time for the analogy.Uh. Let's say that I've been asked by my friend to stay behind to wait for him to finish his work before going home together. And so I stayed behind awhile more, but went to the toilet. When I come back, my 'friend' is gone, because he is 'in a rush'.
Balls to you. If I wasted 1hour plus because of you, you jolly well go home with me. Now I don't have faith in you anymore; fuck off. I always feel like committing suicide after knowing that I've wasted my time on something totally inconsequential, something like YOU.
Never mind. I have better things to do than blog about you, a filler in my life.
Now, about BGRs.
Why do you want a girlfriend? Got money earn not? No right? What's there to gain in an intimate relationship with a female? Sex? Groping? Enjoyable, I guess, but is there more to it?
So why do guys still get girlfriends?
1. Sex. Just bed and dump her. Best if she's a virgin, at least you know that you've taken something very important to her away. Even best if she ends up being your rival's girlfriend or something. Then you can brag to that guy 'Hey I banged your girlfriend before muahahaha!'
2. Show off. 'Oh look, mommy, BLAH has got a girlfriend! I want one too!' Yes, some people actually get girlfriends because they just want to show off. Or be seen on par with the other guys, so as to save face. Their girlfriends would turn out to be trophies, meant to be paraded and shown to the world as their belonging. Sexy.
3. To take care of her. Some people might think 'Aww..so sweet.' But really, screw you. Wake up. Why do lonely people keep pets? Why do animes show that the lonely little kid only has a small dog for company? And why would they eventually take the dog away from that small little girl in the anime, just to create a heart-wrenching sight for you to stimulate your tear glands? When you want to take care of something, it normally means that you can't take care of yourself well. So you'd want to set things right for others, and your 'girlfriend' would therefore become just an avenue for changes you would never see on yourself.
Another thing: taking care of someone automatically elevates your status, and people would see you in a better light when you're just all bullshit.
4. To make her feel loved and happy. Bullshit. Refer to the above. It works the same way too. You're simply building your happiness on other people's happiness. Are you truly happy? Is the motive correct? Are you making someone happy just to make yourself happy? Bullshit, I say.
So why do girls want boyfriends? I'm not sure about this, so I'm going to cook up random shit and pass it off as what goes through a girl's mind when contemplating whether or not to have a boyfriend.
1. To prove that she's hot and desirable enough to have guys falling head over heels for her. So that she'd hear stuff like 'Oh, X is going out with the hottest guy, I think they're meant for each other!' Stuff like that. Not because they want to, but because they can.
2. To be protected. Yea, balls to that. From the above, guys can't even take care of themselves well. Can you expect them to take care and protect you well?
3. I think I ran out of things to say.
So what's your motive in having an intimate relationship with someone you 'like'? Why do you need him/her? Why do you want him/her?
Let's say that XX has a desirable trait in the eyes of XY, which is, say, long hair and a nice personality. So XY wishes to mate with XX due to those desirable traits. And they mated. Now, what if another XX comes along with even better traits? What would XY do? If XY is only hanging out with the XX he mated with because of her traits, naturally XY would go to the second XX. I know this might be a bit confusing, but bear with me; I can't be bothered thinking up new names and all.
If it's just because of something about her, then it's not exactly love, is it? It's more of lust already. Like, 'oh I lust for her nice personality'. Che. Worthless.
The reverse is true. I guess.
So do you really love that someone? Or is it just lust? It's up to you to decide, but do try to understand that this post is produced without much thought. Your choice to lambast me for any fallacy, I'm just putting this disclaimer to egg you on to waste your time, because I don't normally care about such stuff.
Now, about the STOMP! thing. It's about some Cat High NCC Air guy who took pictures after their mud PT session(or during), and posted on his blog. Don't see anything wrong with that. Then, some random person decides that it's not a healthy habit, and so decides to post it on Stomp!, where comments flew in.
I didn't check, but it should be shit like 'They shouldn't be doing this, it's too tough', 'My son is a wimp, I don't know why I sent him to Cat High', 'This is all so damn wrong, this shouldn't continue'. Blah blah blah.
Look at the uniform the NCC people have. I'm talking about the No.4, or the camouflage one. Air also have. It's very much similar to the Army uniform innit? Oh wait, my bad. It is the same. Why leh? To let us experience army life in secondary school. And mud PT is nothing. I enjoy mud PT. If you mothers have wimps for sons, don't send them to an all-boys school, it hurts just watching them struggle with their obvious lack of testosterone.
If your son made a choice, and choose the UGs as a CCA, they should have been prepared. If they choose to join sports, they should also have been prepared for tough trainings.
Just be rational. And I heard that one comment was 'They have the choice not to attend training, or even quit the CCA, but they did not. So why are you people complaining here?' Or something of a similar nature.
POP tomorrow. Will cry. I think. And I starched my uniform. But I don't think that my boots feel like shining, so I didn't polish them.
I didn't want to upload the CHMA videos myself, because that seems very narcissistic of me. But I don't care, because I'm rather much of one myself. So I uploaded them myself, and it can be seen on my PM. Or here, but you'd have to know that this blog exists in the first place:
http://youtube.com/user/raitell
Lower your speaker volumes, because I wasn't trying to sing. Woohoo!
-- 5/15/2008 09:21:00 PM
CHMA hero!
Was asked to sing The Final Countdown in class by Mrs Oh, so I complied. Damn fun, very random, and high. Many handphones were whipped out, and I'm proud. Haven't actually seen any videos of my up on youtube though. Maybe I'd upload my own. Nah, too much of a hassle..currently. Yawns. But trust me, I can get everyone very high by being keesiao myself. As proven in CHMA, and certified by even the blog itself.Given here: http://chmusicawards.blogspot.com/
Yes, I am the hero! The CHMA hero that appears once every 4years! I should qualify for the finals or something. I don't mind being a 'special' guest or something. Or even put up a performance under 'Creative Expression'. Woohoo!
About today's POP rehearsal. Quite screwed up, but fun. I've never been to a parade where a lorry vrooms off halfway through. Rather much of a comical relief.
And I sang my song during our 5minutes break or something, and I think that would bring a lot of happiness and joy to the company as a whole, and to the people in the focused study group that I'd be joining tomorrow at the primary school canteen. A load of fun indeed.
Which reminds me of this focused shit. I don't mind going, because I don't want to go home early just to play games or blog. And the EEYA Hong just has to take away our EZ-link cards every morning, and get back from her at the end of the school.
Fucked up, I say. She has to report to her superiors, we have to remember to collect our EZ-link cards.
Something I forgot to do. Crap.
Anyway, after the rehearsal, the Part Ds tried to taupok me. Just to get me to sing The Final Countdown, and I haven't got raped for ages lah! Or rather, it's always me raping people, not getting raped. Damn sian. Grawr. Ah well, now my virginity's broken. Who still wants me?
Sobs.
I sang a bit anyway, but couldn't make it. Promised to sing it on the day of POP itself. Of course, I don't mind.
HEEEHEEE. Screw it. Have yet to watch One Piece 353. Damn, not out yet. All low-quality pieces of shit, where got nice to watch?
Oh yea, I forgot about the Student Leader Investiture shit just now. I don't see what's wrong with what we did today. OK maybe I'm really incorrigible or something, but Cat High guys can never be contained, and having guests won't make us behave. What to expect from a bunch of virile young men? Having females just add fuel to fire, woohoo! It's the job of males to find females to mate, and having sensed oestrogen, how can the rhinoceros-like instincts of us normal males to contain our anxiety?
Impossible, and I'm already praising our school for being so nice and gentlemanly. We cheered very loudly for the Whitley, RI, and HCI students. With snide comments for Whitley, like 'Want fight ah?' Damn fun.
Oh yea, and the CHMA hopefuls spammed today's event. They performed on Chinese New Year celebrations, and they fillered us this time round too. No point, they were doing the exact same stuff and shit. I really wanted to sleep, but realized that they were too noisy for my liking. Damn. Thanks for not wasting our time, tearing the same piece of newspapers, Mr. Magician. We were really entertained by your antics(once more).
Thanks for nothing; screw off.
Uh. What else? I remember something pissed me off.
Ah well, like nothing now. Shall blog about human rights, like how my time is for me to waste, and what else? Uh. Shit. I remember I had something to blog about tomorrow...ah! OK I shall talk about BGRs tomorrow, get ready to be penetrated by my projectile-like insights. I won't leave any H---N untouched. Oh yea, add in the Cat High 'scandal' or something regarding the NCC Air mud PT.
-- 5/14/2008 10:43:00 PM
CHMA Auditions '08
What happened throughout the course of today? Oh wait, this reminds me of the stupid C.I.P. we're currently in.What?-Chinese Intensive Program. This happens when the Chinese Department suddenly realizes the noobshitness of Cat High's Chinese standard, and decides to make noise and get like what?-3hours a day worth of Chinese, from 7-10AM. What a bitch, they're making me hate Chinese.
And for us it's held at the auditorium. Hardly a place for doing Chinese, and I hate having to bend down damn low just to read and write. And it's harder to sleep without getting caught. So what to do? Sit on the floor, place the worksheets on the seat, and sleep. Very natural, and normally undisturbed, because Shanks would kick me if a teacher approaches.
This shit would continue for like what?-2 weeks.
Let's talk about CHMA. A lot of talents in Cat High, and they often think that they are damn zai.
For example, there's the guy who was champion for the individual singing category or something. He can't participate in the same event, so he spammed other events, like group vocal, duet, and a lot of other shit. Saw him up there so many times, and I was getting really pissed off. OK lah, zai lah, go singing school, ex-champion, can spam, blah blah.
And a lot of people who went for singing courses jumped into CHMA. Quite fun, watching them screw up and tainting their singing school's reputation(if any).
But really, if a person who goes to a singing school can't get through this small competition, he's quite screwed.
So I shouted, or rather, screamed my Final Countdown. The crazy things I did: never mind. Shan't spoiler you. Eh guys, please upload whatever video you took of me. Then send me the URL, and I'd link to it. Have fun, people. I think I'm damn cute.
Oh yea, and there was this Creative Expression thingy. I think I should have tried that out instead. Damn. It's like, singing the Final Countdown is creative, and since I'm trying to express the song, it's a creative expression. Really, I think that one must be able to throw away his face to maximize laughing potential. Something I've been able to do all along. I love myself.
Muahaha. So ends the auditions, and I'd really laugh my head off if I do get into the finals. It's impossible, but I went ahead to try anyway. It doesn't hurt screaming a song after all.
Woohoo!
Short post, just wanted to talk about CHMA. Nothing now. Good night.
Think of a topic to write about tomorrow. One word essays are welcome, tag and I'd choose.
My mind's rather much of a blank these days. Not that it was ever full.
-- 5/13/2008 09:33:00 PM
Sex in a train compartment?
Read the newspapers in the morning during English period, and found it rather amusing, the flash mob iFea.I think I've been doing it alone all the time. OK not really. Singing my school song alone in the train compartment can't be considered flash mobbing--I'm just a public nuisance. I like being a public nuisance.
I love myself.
Oh yea, have I mentioned the couple that looked like they were ready to have sex on the train? I was with WC on Friday night and we were going back home on the purple line when we saw this couple. The lady had those 'screw me' eyes, and the guy was just stoning, because men can't think properly when they're horny. Anyway, they alighted, and I was asking WC something rather intelligent, a scenario only I can come up with.
This is the scenario: You're on a train, and suddenly a couple strips and starts having sex. The other people on that compartment are part of the 'FLASH mob', and they just go about doing their own stuff, reading newspapers, listening to MP3s, etc etc. And the sexers are just in front of you, humping and enjoying themselves in public light, groaning seemingly only for you to hear(since the other commuters don't seem to be interested in real life porn). So what do you do? Try not to look disturbed? Tell them that it's not really OK to do what they should to at home in public?
At this point of describing the scenario, I went to check out the prohibited items on the train, and they are: Durians, food and drinks, smoking, flammable liquids. Yea. No 'No sex'. Therefore, sex is legal on trains.
Back the the point, though there isn't much of a point. What would you do if you were in that situation, in which a couple starts having actual sex right before your eyes, and everyone treats it as if it happens everyday?
Never mind about that.
And that section about flash mobbing had a part about skinny jeans, and I think it's stupid because it's meant for females, and I'm a man oozing testosterone from my sweat glands(don't know whether it's biologically possible for most, but definitely for me). I won't ever spoil my balls. In fact, I keep my handphone in my chest pocket, to minimize the effect of radiation on nuts. So why would I squeeze to spoilness?
Skinnies = spoil balls, and the section wrote something about skinnies being rampant in SJI and ACS(BR), therefore their balls all spoil liao. I guess.
Oh yea, since skinny jeans were meant for females, but are getting prevalent in the male population, let's make a bet: when would males start wearing skirts? Not talking about the Scots. Or whatever ethnic culture or what religion or what thing that requires skirt-wearing from males. I'm talking about when males would start wearing skirts to Orchard Road, and not wear anything under the skirt except for panties. Or something. You want to girlify yourself, do it thoroughly lah, why stop at 'skinnies'?
On a completely different note: Myanmar.
Of the cyclone Nargis and the junta. I think this might be a bit childish of me, but it seems to me that the Myanmar people are being oppressed. I think that much is apparent. Yet no one seems to be doing anything substantial against the junta. What's the point in cutting down economic sanctions when all you do is harm the people? What's the point in sending letters of condemnation if they don't even care about what the world thinks of them? If they don't even give a fuck about what you say, and carry on oppressing the people, there are 2 options:
1) Give up, let the people suffer and don't be a hypocrite by 'condemning their actions' while it's all just NATO(no action talk only).
2) Stop all that crap talking and condemning, and just invade Myanmar. If reasoning fails, just whack.
Any other viable options? Really, there's no point in just talking, giving 'international pressure', because it won't work. It's proven already, the what?-referendum for the what?-seven steps to democracy, the votes cast by voters can't be counted. They don't know what they're voting for, they just do what they're told because they don't dare to vote 'No'.
If the vote for that whatshit referendum comes through by such an unorthodox method of repression, I can't see how successful a democracy Myanmar would prove to be in the near future.
That's just about the junta, now the cyclone Nargis hit Myanmar right? I hope I spelt that right. Either way, it's quite disgusting to see how the junta refuses aid from other countries. Urgh. Never mind, I'm just a bit pissed off, even though it has nothing to do with me at all.
Oh yea, went to Compass Point yesterday to..stone in the library. Tio stalked by KWK and Ed. Freaky. Went to find Dog after that, and she was with her friend, so we just stoned there and pretended to take videos of her or something. Damn fun.
Oh yea. The Final Countdown tomorrow. I'd be singing it at the auditorium, so go there and take videos of me please, I'm an attention seeker and I'd really love the attention, so I hope that you'd give it to me. I should take a picture of the list and put it up here, but it slipped my mind.
Never mind, good things must wait one.
I don't think I'd live to regret having chosen to sing the song, because I'd die of shame.
Ah well, 4years in Cat High, no reason to not go, right? That's what I love about myself, my woohoo!-just do it spirit.
-- 5/12/2008 09:13:00 PM
Unarmed combat--over.
Why pay top dollar to watch a show when you can be paid to watch a show instead? How do you achieve that?Ans: Be part of the backstage crew.
Did a lot of keesiao stuff on Friday. Went out to 7-11, bought cup noodles, went down to another 7-11, added hot water, and ate while walking back to VT. I think I looked very busy, walking along Raffles Place MRT and burying my face into my cup noodles.
Damn fun.
Did nothing much after that. During the performance, I was just stoning there and watching them perform, not helping at the backstage or anything at all. Just stoning, squatting at one corner, looking at the success of others while lamenting at my own plight.
Just joking.
They're really good though, everyone performing. And I got to see them up close, not like the rich i----s who bought the $50 < X tickets, where X stands for the amount of money spent. I get my CCA points, too. One stone, 2 birds. Zai.
Shouted the school song, like I always do. And ran out of the place, in case there's any debriefing or shit. And on the way out, I was singing the school song(shouting), and The Final Countdown, since I'd be singing it for the CHMA auditions this coming Monday. Preparations indeed, and what other place than in public?
Was still singing it on the train, damn fun.
Then today. I wanted to do something I wouldn't be able to do normally if I entered VT as an audience, so I slipped on my slippers just to show that I'm a really sloppy person. FYI, nobody should be wearing slippers in VT, because it's supposedly high-class, and high-class people wear shoes.
It's just that shoes are formal attire or something. Screw it, wearing slippers is like my policy lah. Anyway, I went to find them at Raffles Place MRT, the first 7-11 chain. Upon reaching, my phone battery died(because I was playing Sims 2), and I couldn't call anyone. There was nobody there either, so not knowing what to do and being out of battery, I was stranded with no contact with my friends.
What to do?
I charged my phone in an empty socket just near 7-11. It drew a lot of negative attention(I think), because like a lot of people watching me, trying to read the words on my shirt(which would tell them that I'm from Cat High NCC LAND). I think I'm a negative image for my school. Ah well, can't do anything anyway. I can't expect more from myself, when I walk around in slippers, shouting my school song and The Final Countdown in public, and sexual stuff like 'Shut up before I rape you', 'I bite off your nipples', 'I squeeze your neh ah'.
Anyway, I made the call, charged a bit, and was happy. Met up with them, had cup noodles again. Got to VT, went in and charged to my heart's content. Damn happy.
Played Chinese Chess with Kuan Hao, and some other Part Cs. Like getting raped like that, almost everyone helping the Part C. 观棋不语真君子。I think it's written like that. But like no one care like that. Still, I'm glad to be able to win. A hard fought battle. Taxing.
Watched the performance again, this time going out to the stage to watch. Hidden by the curtains lah, of course. Backstage crew should always remain hidden from view, and so we chose not to go out when they were thanking the backstage crew and all. OK, it's just that I wasn't wearing shoes. But to noble-fy my reason for not going out, it's that backstage people should remain hidden from the public eye, as backstage should always remain backstage. Never mind, it's getting repetitive. Helped to load the shit back on the lorry for awhile, before grabbing our bags and zao-ing. We have 'curfew', so can't stay back to help out.
Was doing the usual, and by 'usual', I mean shouting songs and all. With the inclusion of 'AHHHH! Please don't rape me!' It wasn't because anyone was targeting me, but just to show that I can.
Damn fun.
Now time for some serious stuff. Morals.
'The view of the majority is always correct. Do you agree?'
That was the GP essay my sister wrote last year for her A level paper, and I think it's rather relevant to the topic of morals. Note that I'm not trying to write a GP essay, but that I'm trying to justify the behaviour of more unique people, such as myself.
A very short blurb. Might elaborate further next time.
I feel that morals is more of a 'view of the majority'. Different people have different sets of morals, differing slightly more often than not. However, when one is born and have a more different set of morals, then that person is labelled 'wrong', 'morally degraded', 'sleazy' (I understand that morally degraded = sleazy; shut up), blah blah.
But the view of the majority may not always be right; slavery wasn't seen as morally degrading, or an infringement of human rights in the past.
I won't bother typing anymore, it's just food for thought. But moral values is subjective. Abstract to a certain extent, and no one should force his/her own set of morals onto another person's.
As long as you live your life the way you want it, and are happy with it, and live without regrets, just do things your way.
Of course, murder and rape is wrong.
Maybe not.
-- 5/10/2008 11:33:00 PM
Unarmed combat: Part 1 of 3.
Four words sum it up--bloody waste of time. OK it was fun running around, playing hide and seek in Victoria Theatre, but the novelty wore off quickly, and boredom kicks in once again.Deplorable situation we all were in. We didn't bring poker cards, we didn't bring out gaming devices, we didn't this, that, and NO CHARGER. I had to walk around with a battery of around..20percent? Very screwed, I hate going around with my handphone in such a precarious situation.
Let me recount what happened throughout this 15hour ordeal, and the sudden urge to end my life over the 15hours wasted.
Got to VT at...10? Forgot the exact time, there's not much of a difference in this 20hour timeline anyway. Stoned, yes, stoned, at the 'bunk'. Or rather, 'dressing room' of NCC. They conveniently allocated a bunk for us. I shall use the word bunk because we slept in it. Or at least we tried to.
Shit. I forgot what we did liao. But it was damn colourful. We went for our free lunch at the basement, and Joshua cranked up the iFea of playing hide-and-seek. I seconded that iFea, and rules were set and the game started. Damn fun, hiding around that huge area. Quite sian though, when one gets caught the others would crumble quickly.
Joshua went for second lunch after that.
Blah blah blah, so ends hide-and-seek, and we played dog-and-bone, and soccer with an empty water bottle at a very small corridor of the 'bunk' area. My fellow platoon mates never fail to amaze me with the boundless energies they have, and I'm proud to be part of this crowd.
They tried to sleep, and I raped CRY. A bundle of joy.
Nothing much after that. Oh yea, don't go watch the musical 'Unarmed Combat'. Most students already know that it's a bloody scam of money, but I'm going to make it worse for the people who already have the tickets and would read this. No such population, of course.
But really, the 'musical' is...
A boy wants to change CCA. Or something, it was too inconsequential for me to remember. Anyway, he wanted to change his CCA to guitar, his mother doesn't like the iFea, chides him for it, doesn't allow it, he gets into a fight with some random soccer boys(it wasn't random, but I forgot where they came from), his mother allows him to join, blah blah.
There you go, the plot in short. A lot of things missing here and there, but you get the point--that there is none.
To even be part of the backstage crew is. Urgh. I don't even need the 2 CCA points. Or rather, the few of us don't need it at all, but we would still go. Just for fun, just to complete this shit, just to put a nice full-stop.
The rehearsal ended at 9.30PM. There was some debriefing, but really, who cares? It's meant for the performers, not the people eating in the bunk.
So we ran out of the place at like 9.50PM, and shouted stuff like 'BANG BANG BANG', to which I replied 'CONTACTED'.
Something damn eerie happened. The evening's joy was punctured by the appearance of a certain teacher in the MRT. I was about to sing our school song in the train when we spotted him in a compartment next to ours. Scary, if you consider the fact that we RAN from the theatre to the MRT station. Scarier if you consider the fact that he was walking to his room or something while we were running out of the place.
It'd make your hair stand if you realize that we barely made it into the train, while he was seated comfortably. OK it didn't achieve the desired aims of making hair stand, but it's really theoretically impossible. Unless you consider shunpo as a theory.
I think I shall blog about morals tomorrow. Oh wait, morals would have to wait until the end of the coming 2 days. Enjoy the wait.
-- 5/08/2008 11:29:00 PM
Sex between couples?
So I was stoning around just now when I hit on the topic on SEX. Nah, I wasn't thinking of exploring various sex positions, but I wondered how couples bring themselves to make love. It's rather amazing, really. How can someone actually bring himself to have sex with the girl he loves, before marriage? After that, the guy would just associate his girlfriend with sex. And that being the case, the girl would turn out to be the person who'd just get fucked up. Movie with the boyfriend would turn out to be a grope-in-the-dark session. A walk along random streets can also be with random groping and all. I witnessed a guy touching his girlfriend's boobs in Suntec City, and the girl had a look of disgust at that action.There you go, sex and love doesn't go together. At least not before marriage. After marriage you can sex until sian.
So what's the moral of the story? Uh. Yea, no sex before marriage. I've realized that my mind is exerting more control over my body, and I'm rather shocked. And this was really weird, I was just stoning when I got enlightened on this topic.
So I went on to think about how the mind can really control everything about you, and that I'm a 高等动物, meaning that I can be held responsible for my actions at every point of time, even when I'm inebriated, horny, or high on drugs.
That means I'd be fathering a lot of children. Damn.
Anyway, the moral of the story is that sex can lead teenagers astray. Carnal pleasures are damn hard to resist, especially for those weak in the mind. I'm glad to say that I belong to the minority. Don't get me wrong. Majority might be either side, I didn't hold any studies.
I'm still a horny, virile young men, and I have my needs.
A side story. Someone I know quit school and joined a gang and whatnot. Now he goes around getting girlfriends and sexing all day long, as long as he remains standing. Don't think he makes plans other than family, which is to say, none.
Enough about sex, I think I've shown a completely different side of myself to everyone who reads. But don't get me wrong, I'm just showing that I think a lot. But I'm guessing that you already know all these, so never mind. Just being random, not that I care about how you feel reading up on things you already know.
I'm sure everyone knows that the weather is like damn hot right now. Like, can die kind. Many people start using their air-conditioners to have a nice sleep. But I'd rather sleep half-naked or something. But that's not the point.
The point is this: hot weather = hiccups?
I'm having bouts of hiccups, lasting hours. It's damn weird, and I can't really breathe properly. Had it since yesterday.
Hey I stopped hiccupping already. I watched this(forgive me, I can't be bothered with html): http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/BQrGGfDGres/
Find Part 2 yourself, if you're interested.
Damn fucking random lah! Suddenly I wish that I were some pop star and I get the chance to go to this program and get to see my female fans in those woohoo!-hot...uniforms.
A damn turn-on, woots! Never mind. I'm hiccupping again. Fuck.
It might be a medical condition, and I don't like seeing doctors. It's like 48hours of intermittent hicupping, and I hardly hiccup. I'm, like, perfect, and perfect people don't live lives full of hiccups. Damn.
Here's a link to my medical condition, which I'd attribute to AIDS for now: http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/hiccups/DS00975/DSECTION=3
Oh yea, something reminded me of raw nerves. Ah well. It's just weird. I was bracing myself for the impact that would come, because I can feel it because it's a touchy topic. I've always told myself that it matters not, but I still caught myself getting ready to force a smile I've always bestowed upon everyone. I think I'd have preferred if it happened though. That way, at least what I've prepared for would've came true, and I'd have proven myself correct, that it would happen. But it didn't, and I felt like a dork for having braced myself for the occasion.
I thought I could just heck care everything that's thrown in my way, but really, it hurts at times. I'm tired of faking a smile to every cold joke thrown at me(cold is defined by me), faking this, that, everything. It's not like I don't have a choice. I have the choice to fight the world(by 'world', I mean people around me), but I won't. I know I can do it, and most probably win, but it's tiring, and I don't feel like having the 10v1 situation I often find myself faced with. Never mind, I think this is a rather random part.
All in all, I'd rather have watched One Piece all over again. But that doesn't sound like much of a punishment, so never mind.
Dang, I think I should sleep like now.
-- 5/05/2008 08:08:00 PM
One Piece 352
The term 'backstage crew' has literally ceased to exist. What's left is a rather shitty abbreviation, and I have that beside my name in the latest SMS I received, notifying me of my duty.'BS'.
Thanks, I need to be reminded from time to time that I'm nothing but (BS). Just joking, I won't fault Sinying for that. I found it funny so I decided to blurb about it.
There you go. Blurbed.
One Piece 352 came out. So exciting, I watched the 'Raw' version of it. Not that raw, seeing as it's subbed in Chinese. Traditional Chinese I think. I forgot. The video quality sucked. I hate it. It's hard reading traditional Chinese when it's low quality, and I spent most of the time reading than watching. It's exasperating, but I got the point of this episode, which is hardly of any point at all.
Would wait for the 'subbed' version to come out. Just to read it in English. Not that I hate Chinese, but that I hate low quality things. Till now I can't bring myself to believe that I watched Bleach on Youtube.
Downloading One Piece movies. Fun. Bundle of joys.
Oh yea, woke up early today to go makan breakfast with my mum and sis. Quite tough waking up, but I can't be blamed, considering my narcoleptic condition which forced shut down me for 2hours at an unearthly hour of...7-9pm? How to sleep at night? Yea, I'm just gonna blame it there.
Fun.
I don't know what I'm talking about anymore woohoo. Oh yea, I watched Chopper's past again. And it still is tear-jerking. Sobs. Episode 84-91 I think.
Random. Nothing much to say, just blogging for fun. Just because I can. Just because I wanted to pass time while waiting for my One Piece movie to download.
I think One Piece would be my downfall.
I think I enjoy falling.
Anyone finished the personal quality (BS)? I didn't touch it. I don't think there's a need at all, if you really are that powerful and great, you won't need to prove it. The moment you try to prove something, you're telling people that you're insecure about your dick size and that you don't have anything good at all. OK that's a bit critical, but I think it's the truth. If I'm a genius, I don't need to go around proving to everyone that I'm a genius, right? The moment I do that, I'd prove that I'm just the same as everyone else, who are desperately proving their worth to either their teachers or peers.
I find that pointless. Just be yourself. There's no need to fit in, just stick out like a sore thumb and enjoy the breeze that'd definitely come.
Actually there's no link, but I just wanted to say something random, and there you go. Something random.
I won't enjoy my One Piece anytime soon. I think I shall stop playing now because there's totally nothing to keep me holding on to the computer. I'd play Runescape only for clan warring with friends. And I'd watch anime. And I'd talk a bit on MSN. And I'd go sleep.
I'd rather sleep than play the computer now. That's rather much of a huge swing. I'm proud.
I just created a title for this post. I think I shall just give One Piece related stuff. Like, today's would be after the latest One Piece episode I just watched, which would be 352. So tomorrow I might title my blog post as...One Piece(7). Or something.
That's if I do blog.
Woohoo I've regained the ability to type without thinking. I'm proud.
-- 5/04/2008 09:16:00 PM
Can online petitions help?
Can they? I wonder. I've received a few emails from friends of mine, asking me to add my name on the PETA petition against China furs. All because of thislink.
I do agree that the video is gross, and that the way the animals were killed, or left to rot, was cruel. But is there a point in leaving my name on that email and passing it on to my friends? Not saying that the people who did that are stupid, but it's just that raising awareness on that matter doesn't help in anything at all. If I want to wear fur, I would wear fur. If I want to eat meat, I would eat meat. If someone showed me a site which shows how animals are slaughtered in the abattoir, I'd still carry on eating all the meat I want to. Similarly, if I love furring myself up, I won't care about what others say, or how the fur is procured. I'd want the end product, and the end product only.
It's good to love and care for animal rights. Therefore, I think that it'd be more acceptable to kill the animals before de-skinning them for all it's worth. It's more humane that way.
But China is known for not giving in to international pressure. Besides, you should blame countries for importing these fur. It's their fault that China carries on with such activities. Demand and supply, yo. Without the demand, the supply would go out of business. Yet people would rather put the fur before the rights of their previous owners. If so, voices from us would become inconsequential. Who cares about what thousands of people think about the business? The only way would be to cut off imports from China, and these activities would cease.
But here's the catch: (I think) China fur is cheaper than other countries. And money comes before animal rights.
I'm not trying to be cynical, but such is the world. Petitions alone can't solve anything. It's good to show that you care, though. But caring won't solve problems, money is always the first priority in this world we're living in.
Never mind. I think I'm cynical. I don't believe that goodwill can solve problems.
Talking about China reminds me of LDW. He was talking about the Tibetan crisis, and how China is always correct.
I don't know the background of Tibet, but based on contextual knowledge (what he said), Tibet was a place of slavery and a lot of bullshit. So China expressed their goodwill in the form of military takeover. Or something substantial enough to bring across the point, just to help them get rid of the poverty cycle.
That's what I learnt in Chinese lessons, how China is always correct, how the Chinese race and language is superior, how bold and great LDW's dick is.
I really love Chinese lessons, thank you.
Speaking of Chinese reminds me of our...remedial session. Went through our mock prelim 2 papers. Quite crappy, it was a full paper, and I did my compositions without a Chinese dictionary. Shocked to say that I only lost like 2marks in my private letter.
I got 10/20. Happy.
Overall, it was crap. Like, C6 or something. Didn't really calculate. A real low C6, too. I think I finally understand why people can fail for Higher Chinese papers. Damn.
Oh, and there's like some Sec4 Cat High spirit. It's like, I went out of the auditorium for breakfast during the going-through-test-paper session, and saw other people doing the same thing. All Sec4s go makan breakfast at the Primary school canteen, and burgers are nice. Hehe. The Chinese students to that too. So fun, I love my school.
I think I'm narcoleptic. I can, like, fall asleep in mid-conversation or something. And it's not like I don't sleep enough, I sleep a lot one lor. Damn. Never mind, I won't die of narcolepsy. I don't drive a car. I'm trying to learn how to sleep as I go, like, go KFC and just sleep there while waiting for food. That's quite cool, maximizing the use of time. I want this ability. Or maybe learn from Luffy, eat while sleeping. But that's an anime, so I can't possibly devise such a technique. I'm jealous.
I tried sleeping for only the commercial breaks of a show. I ended up sleeping for 2hours plus. And I'm still a bit groggy, even though I woke up at like 2145hours.
Would try to sleep earlier. Waking up early tomorrow to go out makan breakfast. I won't bother touching the computer tomorrow. I think. There's nothing for me to touch the computer for.
-- 5/03/2008 11:29:00 PM
Twinned charging powers.
I'm having sex with demons, once again. In Runescape. Haven't played that game for ages, around 3weeks. Yeah.CX and Shank got me a Chopper sticker, which I stuck onto the back of my phone after chiselling off the Singtel branding glued onto every single phone they sell. Or at least every single Sony Ericsson phone. How nice of them, I really need to be reminded that Singtel is my service provider. Or whatever it's called. Anyway I removed it, along with Shank's. Fun.
And in its place:
A load of fun, I'm happy.
I feel very empty all of a sudden. without One Piece to watch, it almost seems as if there's no need for me to come online. Of course, there was never a need to come online, since I don't need it to breathe. Never mind that's beside the point. I'm supposed to talk about what I'm going to do during this sudden removal of an integral aspect of my life. Never mind. Let's not.
Somehow, I feel like I'm still living in a dream. I had problems whenever I woke up. I'd think that life isn't real, and that I'm living a life that isn't this. Weird, it was just rather numbing, very zombie-like. I'd attribute this to watching too much anime. It's hard to focus in class when you're contemplating the ending of an arc and how it ends, blah blah blah.
Was discussing with Shank about One Piece, too. Quite fun, finally he can talk a lot more than usual. He doesn't want to spoiler me, how sweet. Should fellate him for that.
Took a picture of a couple of a pair of twins. Damn cute:
Both are Sony Ericsson hand phone chargers, and with those 2, you can charge 2 batteries to completion in like 2-2.5hours. Damn fun and handy, we did that once. Now I took back my charger. Bundle of joy, it is.
Chinese remedial tomorrow, 8-10. Going through the paper. Can't wait. Quivering in anticipation.
-- 5/02/2008 09:30:00 PM
Caught up.
First of all, I'd like everyone to congratulate me on having caught up with One Piece. This means that if I'm online, I'm most probably playing Runescape or blogging or reading blogs or talking to people or watching porn.I have to agree with Waikiki though. He said that One Piece would be rather draggy. I can see that happening. No wonder people refer to each story as 'arcs'. The term already suggests something ominous.
Definition of arc:
Noun
- S: (n) discharge, spark, arc, electric arc, electric discharge (electrical conduction through a gas in an applied electric field)
- S: (n) arc (a continuous portion of a circle)
- S: (n) bow, arc (something curved in shape)
Verb
I like the verb part. Anyway, it suggests a circle-like behaviour, and that means that the story would turn out to be long and draggy, like a circle. Look at the difference between a circle and a diameter of a circle.
Wait, why am I stating the obvious? People already know. I'm sure you people know what I'm talking about. And I didn't need to explain--I don't think I brought my point out clear enough anyway.
Never mind. Figure out the figure of speech when people refer to it as an arc.
I forgot to mention how I hate getting spoilered on the plot of an anime, who's going to join, who's not. Look, keep your spoilering fetish to yourself, I'd rather wait for the new episode to come out so that I could watch it personally. These are the people who'd flip to the last page of the book they're going to read. Just to know the ending before everyone else, and then hold the wiser people ransom, like 'you better blah blah blah if not I spoiler you ah!'
Bastards. Never mind. Have yet to meet such people. Lucky me.
And I avoided my tagboard after thq tagged. I realized that it's susceptible to spoilers. It's like, asking someone who just got the last book of the Harry Potter series (I forgot the exact name, I know it had something to do with hallowed shit) 'Eh, did you know that Fred (or George) died?'
Never mind. I could've guessed that Merry would die anyway. It's just in case further spoilers appear.
Gah. I'm just glad that I caught up with the rest of the world who watches One Piece (not read). I won't touch manga. It's not because I can't read (oops), but because a picture paints a thousand words, and videos are made of thousands of pictures. Yeah, I win.
351 episodes in 3weeks. That's around 117episodes per week. Around 39hours a week. Around 5.571428571hours.
Yeah. I have no life. Wait...were my calculations correct? I should think so. An episode is around 20minutes. So 351episodes would be 117hours. It so happens that 117 is divisible by 3! Wow. Because the time I took was around 3weeks, I took 39hours per week on average. So 5.571...hours a day. On average.
There you go, I have no life.
Now I have to wait for new episodes to come out per week. Damn. Would Nami get raped? So exciting, I'm hentaitic in nature.
Yohohohohooo~
Oh yea, I hope that One Piece took out the need for me to come online. The only reason I came online for the past 3weeks was for One Piece. Now that there's no One Piece, I hope that I won't use the computer as much.
Fat hope.
-- 5/02/2008 01:04:00 AM